Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.